EroticReverie

Roselyn

It’s so strange. How I should feel nervous, or unsafe. Sure, I know that Silas is the one who  changed my life. Knew that Silas is the reason that April was able to pretty much give me anything I wanted growing up. But I didn’t know him. Not really. All I knew about Silas was he killed my father , made me Aprils “biological” daughter, and gave me a second chance at life. I know if it wasn’t for him that I could have spent a long time living with a father who was a monster. I know Silas isn’t a good man but I know at least he’s a different kind of monster than my father. But I don’t feel nervous, and I don’t feel unsafe. Because I know he’s the reason for the more than decent life I’ve lived so far since that night. 

“Are you hungry?” Silas asks as if he’s annoyed with me when I return to his kitchen. He’d already had half of my clothes sitting ij a spare bedroom on the bed when we returned. Apparently one of his minions had stopped by Aprils to retrieve some of my things and bring them here. And from the looks of it, considering how many of my clothes were there, I wasn’t just meant to be here , at his house, for just a few hours or a night.  

“Not really.” I say as I hand over the clear light up heels that Silas demanded I bring back down with me after demanding I change. 

He takes them with a snarl and opens the cabinet for the trash and drops them in with a loud thud and pushes it shut. Okay then. 

I hand over his suit jacket next and he takes it and tosses it over part of the massive counter in the middle of the stare of the art kitchen. 

“Not really isn’t an answer. You either are or you aren’t.” He says and looks at me. I bite my tongue. I didn’t like his tone. But I also didn’t know this man well enough to test just how much sass I was able to give him. 

“No.” I say and his brow cocks as he watches the tight thin lipped response I give him. My own annoyance very clear even though I tried to remove any hint of it from my voice. But I suppose my little scowl and short clipped one word response is telling enough. 

“Sit. I’ll make you something to eat.” He nods to the row of stools on the other end of the counter. 

“I just said I’m not hungry.” I say and he looks me up and down. 

“You could afford to gain a few pounds.” He says and nods again and I scoff. 

“Well that’s just fucking rude.” I say. He stops himself from turning and looks at me. 

“Commenting on my weight?” I huff. 

“Commenting on your lack of weight.” He says and I grit my teeth. 

“It’s still fucking rude. And I eat. I’m naturally thin. Don’t be an asshole.” I hiss. Because I did eat. A lot actually. I was not starving myself by any fucking means. 

“Are you really not hungry?” He asks and I glower at him. Apparently I wasn’t going to get an apology for that. 

“I’m really not.” I say and he turns all the way back around and then backs up a few steps and leans against the counter and crosses his arms. And just….stares at me. Not anywhere inappropriate, he just stares right at my face. My eyes mostly. With a few flickers of his eyes to my lips. My cheeks heat as I just stand there because he was making feel uncomfortable in this weird silence. But then I decide to give it right back. I back up and lean against the island and cross my arms just like his and stare right back and lift my nose slightly. The second I do I see the corner of his mouth twitch. 

But I lose the stare off. I roll my eyes less than twenty seconds later and sigh. 

“So what? I live here now?” I say and gesture around with one hand. 

“Do you want to live here?” He asks. 

“You brought my clothes here.” I say. 

“My apologies for seeing that you were able to clothe yourself.” He says. 

I roll my eyes. 

“Do you plan on doing that quite often? Because I can tell you right now, I’m not a fan Roselyn.” He says and I huff. 

“Of what?” I say and recross my arms and roll my fucking eyes again.

“That.” He says and nods towards me. “You rolling your eyes at me.” 

“I do that when I’m annoyed.” I say and shrug. 

“Oh, I annoy you?” He asks and I look at him. 

I just nod. “Yup.” I say and his nostrils flare slightly and he licks his teeth and sucks at them and gives a little hum. 

“Am I supposed to live here now?” I ask again. 

“Do you want to live here?” He asks again in response and I sigh and roll my eyes again and then watch his jaw clench. 

“I want to live on my own.” I say. “It’s why I got a job.” 

“If you want a job. You’ll get a respectable one.” He says. 

I feel my lips tighten. 

“Are you saying strippers don’t deserve respect?” I ask. 

“I’m saying I don’t want you dancing naked for strangers.” He answers and I stare at him. 

“So you judge women who-“

He cuts me off. 

“Cut the bullshit Roselyn. You didn’t even want to be there. And no, I do not judge women who employ themselves through strip clubs, but I do however take offense when the girl I saved from having to do such things , would rather degrade herself than simply ask me for help.” He says. 

I huff a laugh. 

“Ask YOU for help? You never even came around!” I say and my voice raises several octaves. 

“You were aware that I was providing financial support to April for your needs.” He says and I cross my arms and glare at him. 

“I wasn’t about to ask anyone to pay for an apartment, when I’m capable of working and paying for it myself.” I say. 

“If you want an apartment. I’ll see to it that you get one. I wasn’t aware living with April was a problem.” He says. 

“It’s…” I sigh. “It’s NOT a problem. I love April. She’s great.”

“Then what IS the problem?” He asks. 

I roll my eyes. 

“Knock it off.” He growls and I scowl at him. 

“It’s a habit.” I huff. 

“Well , fucking break it, right now.” He says and I swallow. I just blink at him. I know rolling my eyes is rude, but I honestly can’t help it. 

“The problem, is that April has taken care of me enough. I don’t want to burden her anymore. Or you.” I say. His brows pinch. 

“You have not burdened either of us. Just so you know.” He says and I sigh and fight the urge to roll my eyes. 

“ You’ve both done enough for me. I don’t want to be a mooch.” I say and his lips tick. 

“I appreciate you being concerned, but April, nor I, share that concern.” He says and I just look at him. Studying him. 

“Do YOU want me to live here?” I ask. I’m shocked by how quickly his response comes. 

“I wouldn’t mind having you here.” He answers. 

My brows pinch. “Wow thanks” 

He sighs. “Don’t make that seem like it’s a rude statement. I just mean that I want you wherever you are comfortable. While also being safe. My preference is to have you live either here or remain with April. I don’t WANT you in an apartment by yourself. But if you insist upon it, I will make it happen.” He says and I just watch him as he uncrosses his arms and then places his hands on the counter. 

“I’m eighteen, you don’t have to feel sorry for me anymore, or take care of me Silas. Neither does April.” I say. 

“I do not feel sorry for you.” He says. 

I just look at him. “Yes you do. You look at me and still see the five year old girl dressed like a doll for her pervert.” 

“I can assure you that is not what I see when I look at you now Roselyn.” He says and I don’t know what the hell that means. 

“Then what? What do you see?” I ask as I again mimic his stance but not to be a brat this time. My hands go to the counter and his eyes for the first time since I came downstairs, they flick to my chest that is now pushed a bit forward , my breasts shoved outward in a way I hadn’t considered when taking this stance. I drop my hands and correct my posture. I didn’t need him thinking I was some slut trying to show off my tits to him. 

“I see a young woman. One I’m proud of.” He says. Those words hit me like a punch, right in my chest.

“Proud?” I ask and try to keep my voice from cracking. I didn’t have parents to be proud of me. I had April and she’s said it to me before but I always took it lightly. Assuming she was just being the sweetheart that she’s always been. 

“Yes. You’re strong. You’re smart. Graduated with honors. You don’t do drugs. Never hung out with the wrong crowd. Other than that little boyfriend of yours when you were fourteen.” He says and my jaw drops. 

“I told you. I was always watching you.” He says and I shut my mouth. 

“Youre the reason he wouldn’t talk to me anymore.” I say with an unamused laugh. I’d started dating a sixteen year old boy when I was fourteen and thought I was the shit because of how cute he was. We dated for all of one week before he told me he wasn’t interested in me anymore and not to talk to him anymore. My little heart was broken for months. 

“Hmm, I might have had something to do with that.” He says and I glare at him. Okay. He’s right. That boy would have been no good for me and was a little bit of a bad boy , and maybe that’s why I was attracted to him. 

“You have anything to do with my prom date ditching me right before we went to the hotel?” I ask of my junior prom date. 

“Yes.” He says and I scoff and my jaw drops. 

“He was nice!” I blurt. 

“He wanted to get into your pants. And that was it.” He says and I just blink several times. 

“Maybe I WANTED him to!” I say throwing my hands up in the air and he fucking smiles. He’s amused with himself. 

“What kind of guardian would I have been to let some twerp take you to a hotel room and give you the worst thirty seconds of your life?” He asks and I roll my eyes. 

“So you just , silently ruined all of my experiences without ever showing yourself face?” I ask. 

“Ruined. No. I like to think I saved you a lot of trouble.” He says and I shake my head. 

“And you want me here so you can continue to control my life?” I ask and he cocks a brow. 

“I’ve kept you safe. As I promised.” He says and I cross my arms and blow out air through my nose as I scowl at him. 

“Well you can stop now.” I say and he smiles and shakes his head. 

“Cute of you to think I can stop. But no. That won’t be happening.” He says. 

“You’ll live here. With me.” He says. 

I scoff. “What happened to what I wanted?” 

“I will give you everything you want. As I always have. Other than an apartment.” He says. 

“You just said I could-“

“That offer expired several minutes ago. I’ve changed my mind.” He says. 

“Silas!” I yell growing frustrated.

“I’m eighteen!” I yell. 

“Lower your voice. There’s no need for dramatics Roselyn.” He says and my nostrils flare. 

“April never said you were so god damn stubborn.” He says.

“Because I’m not!” I yell. 

“Lower. Your fucking voice.” He says more firmly and exhales harshly. Grinding my teeth as I glare at him. 

“I’m not stubborn.” I mutter. 

“Great. So it’s settled then , you’ll live here. No apartment.” He smirks slightly. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. 

“Youre so annoying.” I mutter as I open my eyes. 

“I believe what you meant to say is thank you. So , you’re very welcome Roselyn.” He says and then turns around. 

“Now, what would you like to eat?” He asks. 

I glare daggers at his back.